Yesterday’s spirits floated down a pair of streets
Waking me from fitful sleep
And ever graceful dreams
I thought that I was stationary
And strapped down ever tight
But as I lifted from my bed
I saw between my body light
Gray slate wings are fanciful things
I never thought I’d use
But flying over my old haunts
I give them sore abuse
Push me up on top of you
Grant me a merciful view
That I may guide your lonely life
Implanting visions new
I thought that I would have some friends
Acquaintances at least
As before according to lore
I only have myself
I treat my soul to bitter gold
And swim in its glorious heat
When you join me, mate
I won’t forget the physical complete
I lost my flesh and all the rest
in Earth’s first law of dust
the dirt and grime combine themselves
And took my body lust
Yet in the time I’ve thought of mine
and yours together sweet
I’ll brightly shine upon your mind
Until the day we meet…
goodbye, my friend, again.